Change, perhaps is due

On 10th April, I landed in Chennai on what was to be the first day of my long vacation. Today is the last day. Sigh! But I have had such an amazing time in the last 10 days, doing well, absolutely nothing.

As my previous post mentions, I have been traveling non stop for couple of weeks. Lots of work, very little sleep and non stop travel had left me with a sore back and a bruised spirit. Over the last 10 days I have slept most of my sleep deficit off. Back is still sore. :(

In Chennai, I attended a wedding of a close friend of mine. A cocktail party reception and muhurtam. We had a blast. It was a simple affair. The party was fun, with lots of dancing. Apparently, I can dance well. I diddn't know that. Guess I always had the talent, it just took a little more time to blossom :P

From Madras, I came to home to Bangalore and have been here for 5-6 days. Most of my time here has been spent sleeping, eating 'mom-prepared' delicacies and reading. I consciously stayed away from laptops and internet as much as possible. I would have a heavy breakfast, then scrumptious lunch and then siesta for 2-3 hours. Wake up and demand freshly brewed filter coffee. I wasn't too demanding about dinner except for 1 full mango which would be served chilled. :P I got to spend a lot of time with folks and bro and we also caught a tam movie together in theater.

As I pack my bags to leave, I am engulfed in sorrow. It is not because my holiday has ended (ok that also) but this time I was unwilling to leave home.

Over the last 3 years, I haven't taken an extended holiday. Almost all my breaks have been 2-3 days combined with my travel or a wedding trip. I have never stayed at home for such an extended period of time in last 3 odd years. This trip reminded me of my college days. I would come back home in my semester breaks to be pampered completely . And when my month long semester break would end, I would be devastated at the prospect of going back. This was true especially in my third year, when I stayed alone in a house where I had to do every bit of work by myself. It would get terribly lonely as I would come home around 6pm and till next day college at 830 am, I would have no one to talk to.Those were days of no mobiles or laptops/internet. I did not even have a TV for a long time and to make a phone call I had to walk 5 min to the nearest PCO and stand in queue of 10-15 min, only to be interrupted 3 minutes into the call by the next person. (Wow, how much has life changed!). I used to dread going back to the lonely existence. Looking back, I wonder how I managed that year, given my 'need' of having people around. Necessity I guess.

Today, somehow I feel the same way. I don't want to go back to Bombay. It is not like I have a lonely existence but somehow there is nothing much to look forward to. There is work which I like, but beyond that?? Change, perhaps is due.